Daughter's Slut - S01 E61

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E61

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

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Mrs. Umayyah

The guilt brushed my heart when I walked into the house with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My husband, Karim, walked into the entry hall from the living room, staring at me with dark eyes. I could still feel the warmth of Clint's cum in my stomach, my asshole still aching from his hard thrusts. My husband had no idea I was such a whore.

“How was the slumber party?” Karim asked.

“Amazing,” Leyla said as she passed me. “We had so much fun.” She threw herself at her father, her arms going around his neck. She kissed him, nuzzling into his thick, black beard.

He gripped her ass with his strong, manly hands. I shivered. He had Clint's strength, squeezing Leyla's rump like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his solid form, moaning like a little hussy. My pussy itched, remembering Clint mastering my body.

And my eldest son, Faizel, too, had dominated me. Even Jalal had shown himself capable of forcing my submission.

Would my husband ask about the slumber party? Probably not. At least I didn't have to worry about my daughter. She wouldn't tell my husband about last night. I'd already convinced her not to tell him at all about being a prostitute. I could count on her discretion. And tomorrow... Tomorrow the pair of us would have so much fun with Principal Carver. He paid so much money to fuck us both. I couldn't wait, my pussy getting so juicy.

“My bedroom's this way,” Jalal said, grabbing Kimmy's hands.

Anger surged through me. My baby boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blonde tramp. Kimmy looked so innocent, with her petite frame and glasses, but she had such a wanton pussy. She'd just been gangbanged by half her college.

She was not worthy enough for Jalal to love. He needed his mother to show him the truth.

“Jalal,” I said. “I need to talk to you first. Alone.”

“Now?” he asked, his cock bulging his jeans.

My pussy clenched. “Yes, right now. You can play with the little whore later. In fact, your sister promised your father a naughty treat. Kimmy's here for him, not you.”

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” Kimmy, my little whore, said. She remembered I was her madam, selling her pussy to whoever I wanted. She gave Jalal's hand a squeeze and broke away, heading to Leyla and my husband.

My son opened his mouth to object but then swallowed it as I stalked to him in my dress, my breasts bouncing in it. I had no underwear on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my husband and daughter, nuzzling her “innocent” face into the incestuous kiss.

Karim groaned in delight with two barely legal sluts to enjoy.

I took my son's hand and led him like a puppy upstairs. I felt his eyes on my swaying ass. He ached for his mother so badly. He was such a gentle boy, my baby. I would give him everything he needed. If he needed a hot cunt or sucking mouth to enjoy, I would provide for him. He didn't need that hussy.

“What do you want to talk about, Mom?” he asked as I led him in this bedroom.

I pulled off my hijab, uncovering my black hair. I let it drop to the floor as my fingers went to the buttons of my dress. He stared at me with such hunger, rubbing his hands on his thighs. He was a slender boy, not broad-shouldered like his father or older brother. It made me just want to smother him in maternal love.

“Kimmy,” I said, exposing more and more of my large, dusky breasts with every button I undid.

He shifted.

“You've been paying a lot of attention to her.”

He shrugged.

“You had sex with her this morning.”

“And?” he asked. “I like her. She's cute.”

“She's a slut,” I said, baring my tits to my son. I wiggled my hips as I shrugged out of the sleeves. The dark, conservative dress fell down my waist. It held there for a moment, but my sways worked it over my curves. It fluttered down my thighs, baring my black bush to my son, and landed in a puddle on the floor. “She's a whore. You saw her getting fucked by all those boys. How much she loved it.”

“Yeah,” he groaned, his hand squeezing his cock. “She looked so... so beautiful. A goddess being worshiped. She had such joy in her eyes as she took their dicks.”

“Joy?” I said. “She was a whore! You can't give your heart to a whore.” I moved forward. Below, my husband let out a wild moan of passion.

I could only imagine the naughty things that little whore and my daughter were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would distract my husband for hours, giving me plenty of time to love my baby boy.

I put my hand over his covering his crotch, squeezing his fingers into his bulge. His other hand seized my breast, squeezing it with such a boldness. He may be shy, but he could take what he wanted when aroused.

Like he has my anal virginity.

“You deserve better,” I purred, my other hand sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender body. He had such a lean feel about him. I rose higher, making him shudder, his hand clenching hard on my tit. “You deserve a woman who is pure. Fuck Kimmy all you want, but don't love her. If you need a woman to love, your Mommy is here for you.”

He shook his head. “I like that she's a whore, Mom. She's like you.”

I flinched at that.

“She's so wanton and naughty. She enjoys it. She puts her heart into being a slut while looking just so innocent.” He squeezed his cock beneath my hand. “Mom, she's amazing to watch. Didn't you see her? Her blonde hair dancing about her face as she took all those dicks. They filled her. And when I slid into her cum-filled cunt, I enjoyed her whorish behavior... I came so hard in her, Mom. Like I do with you.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You can't fall in love with a slut.”

“Why not? You're one. I love you, Mom.” His fingers found my nipple. He pinched and rolled it, sending shudders through me. “You're amazing, Mom. You convinced Leyla to be a whore. And that made Kimmy into one. And... And it was so hot watching her, Mom. Thank you.”

I pushed his hand away, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. I had to fix this. I had to solve this problem. I stroked my son, staring into his eyes, and said, “No, no, you have to—”

The bedroom door crashed open.

I whirled around, my hand squeezing down on my son's dick, and found my naked husband clutching Leyla's phone in his hand. His swarthy, muscular body bulged with fury. His black beard bristled like a thick bramble of thorns. And his eyes... His eyes burned with rage.

I flinched back.

“What is this, Jawdat!” he growled, his eyes falling on my hand gripping my son's cock like a lifeline.

“I'm just...” I swallowed. “Just helping our son. Like I helped Leyla. I...”

“I can see that!” He marched forward. “My wife is stroking my son's cock. What else have you done, woman?”

“I...” I swallowed, trembling before him. He towered over me and I saw it in his eyes. He knew I'd cheated on him. But how...?

Leyla.

She stood in the doorway with Kimmy, both sluts naked. A... satisfied smirk glinted on my daughter's lips. Did she want to replace me? Did she want her father all to herself? But I thought she loved being a slut.

“I've been watching some of the things you've done,” he growled, flipping Leyla's phone around so I could see her screen. He tapped it

A video played.